"Hearsay" as a legal term is from a third party. So it's not hearsay on this site.
Offline, you are not always correct with first impressions either, so I guess you have to observe and take into account how a person interacts within this limited means.
I have never seen you in the blogosphere... Nice to see you.
Isn't that true...that our perceptions alter over time. When I look back and know that I have had friends for 30 years, left school 26 years ago... It all just flies past.
So now you are the 'old guy' with the experience? I actually believe I know that feeling these days.
Reality is quite a curse. I would not take the pill if I were you... nor the other blue one. (You know, the one that is gaining more popularity with men worldwide)
That should be 'eggs' ... not eats. My goodness, I am slowing down... I was up too early today and now I am paying for it with fatigue dyslexia. ( Oh I know... excuses.. excuses)
Ugh... eats instead of rice? Catfoot... the one thing I can be assured of around you is that dieting will never be an issue, you are very good at putting me off food.
Bogart... I am obviously not adverse to being judged for my fingers or nails. If you don't approve of the colour I chose, I can take that into consideration when I go to the beauticians.
When I was young, I ate a pizza at a pizza restaurant with lots of mushroom and really loved it. My Aunt and Uncle specifically asked the owners to dim the lights and I ate a lot of it. (I didn't like mushrooms... to this day, I will eat a small amount on pizza)
However, lamb... Not a chance. The smell makes me cringe... Even if your 'dish' was not unusual... I would still cringe.
Market... That is high flattery. Thank you. I believe blogging is to an individuals taste. I am quite formal in my way of typing and it's not to everyones taste. Also, I only typed this a few hours ago, and I am an 'unknown' in the blogosphere; so it really is not that surprising.
I guess because I have constantly moved in life and changed locations that I do not see people for years and sometimes the change can be quite startling for me. Although, oddly enough in my head... people stay as they are when I first meet them. I do see their exterior facade, but what I remember is who that person essentially is. I have a lot to be thankful for with my choice of friends, they truly are exceptional.
Welela... And that is exactly how it should be! Content with where you are in life! I accept I am middle age, but I must say as I looked across at my friend the other day... I realised he had subtlely changed and I was surprised. What I miss the most was, he used to ALWAYS be smiling.
It's always so obvious that you are happy and I love that.
KNenagh...I loved turning 30, I think if I had to return to an age, that would be it. It was a time where everything fell into place for me in life. Confidence for one.
Yes, it's hard to believe you are in your late thirties. You look exceptional.
I think we improve as we get older, we are more relaxed with an incredible range of topics to discuss with someone new... but alas, there are still people out there that want to behave like they are 20... and I don't just mean hanging from chandeliers in the bedroom.
Omda...other blogging sites have footprints, but like someone already said, often I go to 'last commented' ...mostly to remember where I have been so I can return to see if there has been a reply on a blog. It seems inevitable that I will just miss a reply one day.
You get lost in the moment when you are in the helicopter. Although I did the CN Tower in Toronto days earlier and that is 351 metres high. For THAT I was shaking!!! A friend from the UK helped me out to the edge because I was a mess.
Ummka..Thank you. Whilst I have a hobby like interest in photography, I am afraid that's always all it will be. My business acumen has always run too high for me to ignore that.
Thank you, Ed. Yes, the story that occurred between the start and finish. Today there was a pretty amazing story to tell, and celebrating that today... well this man made his life worthwhile.
It really does make you wonder if when the time comes whether each of us will be ready to say that we were happy with our innings.
Tapping my fingers... waiting
I do so love your perception of reality, Bogart.May I please wear your rose coloured glasses for a wee moment???